Blackbeak Bluff who alone but he scapegraced and goated me?

"are you somet'ing to fear?" she inquired, putting aside the rest of his stuttering and stammering. perhaps the wolf was charming in his own right, but now erzulie took a great pleasure in teasing him a bit. "rusalka is strong. those who t'reaten us will not survive."
it was with a great deal more confidence than she felt that the harlot spoke, but presently she motioned the man to her side. "will you walk wid me, driftwood?" she asked gently. surely he would be better company than her own wayward and fickle heart; she could use the distraction, and he was not unpleasant to look upon.